Today the third of March
I am thinking of you still
I wonder what it’s like up there
A birthday up in heaven?
I don’t how it’s been so long
14 years is just too much
I do know this I’m certain
Your legs are finally working
I imagine you up there
Dancing without your chair
Under trees and disco lights
Dancing up a music storm
Wild horses running free
Surrounding you in light
Every year I think of you
And I wonder how you are
I wonder if the heavens give you
A glimpse of our lives down here
I am sure that when the stars
are at their best and brightest
That it is really you up there
Setting off the fireworks
Your love for life and zest for peace
Cannot be quenched in death
I know your better off up there
Running free with time
But still it brings a heaviness
Cause I miss our time to giggle.
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